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  • Birthday 11/26/2001

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    Rachel Vanessa Ryan
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  1. Rachel very much agreed with the points raised against performing Fire magic outside during such a hellish day - she was going to die! Her pasty self wasn't created to endure such torture. She was one of the few that the Bourke had detected as being deeply uncomfortable as it was, but she was trying to maintain a straight face and not visibly struggle through that class; the day was just starting after all, and it wasn't like the heat had actually reached its peak. Plus, they were underground, effectively. Heat rises, and she was fairly sure she was better off than all the folks stuck up in the Southern Cross Tower. She blew some air upwards to cool herself somewhat, but that was the full extent of her agony for the time being. Lisa, however, didn't agree at all. In fact, she was becoming quite restless at the whole nuisance of a discussion. 'I don't know, maybe stop being pathetic weaklings and actually do the material and shut up.' The Sturt bit her lip not to speak her mind and further derail the class, but her annoyance was visibly noticeable as she rolled her eyes when further questioning ensued. 'Pain in the ass...' She didn't seem to notice Hugo's arrival and subsequent salute; Rachel did, and merely nodded in acknowledgement.
  2. Name: Rachel Ryan House: Sturt Year Level: Sixth Position: Beater Secondary Position: Seeker Interest in Interschool Team: Yes NOTE: Already placed in game in both teams as a first string beater.
  3. "Don't even think about it. I'm positive it's jinxed." Rachel looked up from the mistifying punch bowl - how stereotypical was that for a ball? - upon a familiar voice reaching her ears. Her gaze landed on Lisa Knotley, an acquaintance whom had just made herself comfortable by leaning back against the table that thing was resting on, arms crossed under her chest, and visibly surveying the area with little interest. Was the ball too boring an event for her? 'For someone who went outta their way to dress like that, ya'd think they'd be the life 'o the party.' "Jinxed? Huh." Did Tallygarunga have some sort of past with spiked punches? "Yes. I don't know if it's the bowl or the liquid itself, but if you want to start off the year without having detention for half of it, I'd suggest you leave it alone. It sucks --trust me, I know-- but it is what it is. There are always better ways to... influence, teenage minds anyway." The blonde suggested. A spell here and there would cause a bit of much needed chaos in that otherwise boring party. That, and, she'd be able to fully get rid of her handsy date. "Fine then." Letting go of her nefarious plan (for the time being), Rachel turned around and leaned back against the table as well. "No counter-curse or anything?" "I can't counter-curse a spell when I don't know which it is. I could find out, but that always takes a while. By then everyone will be back at the dorms." Bummer. "There are easier ways to meddle with the event that don't need alcohol anyway." "You got any ideas?" Rachel's fingertips tapped the underside of the table in a rhythm as she rested against it. Magic could be a hell of a trip, but they needed to be smart about it so not to get caught. "Get back to me later on that one. This party is so dull that it managed to slow my brain somewhat. I have to think on it."
  4. It had been just a few days since class had started and Rachel was already bored out of her mind. The year and a half off boon that she had had back in Canada made her completely forget that she actually hated to sit through classes. She'd pay attention, sure, but that didn't mean she had to like it. At least she only needed a class once-over to retain all that she needed to in order to pass with flying colors. She'd probably have shot herself by then if she actually bothered to study most materials the school taught. Sitting in the back of the class, the Irish lass crossed her arms under her chest and her legs under the table. "Cheers." She responded in greeting half-heartedly. No questions from her, she just wanted to get things done and over with. 'At least a class like this is usually accident palooza. Here's hopin' somebody stirs up some funny shit, for everyone's sake...'
  5. What a pain in the ass. Rachel wasn't used to having classes at all anymore and had practically forgotten how much she hated them in general. Especially that early! It should be outlawed. The redhead barely got herself out of bed that day before her alarm blared out in the dorm room, reminding her that she had to hurry or else she'd be late. It had been a whole year and a half since she was last subjected to such torture. Yet there she was. At least it was her favorite class of the curriculum. Now clad in her uniform (unlike the class she attended in the previous term) - suspenders for annoying effect - the girl made her way from the Tarnagulla Centre to the Eureka Underground Hallway, and to the class she was looking forward to the most. She didn't even bother saying good day to the teacher, going immediately to the aforementioned hooks to get rid of the extra weight. With the required items in hand, she sat down next to an acquaintance and waited for her turn to speak. "Right. I'm new 'round these parts." Came the Irish accent as if to emphasize her statement. "Name's Rachel. My last school was Ilvermorny. Was placed in Sturt outta somebody's idea of a sick joke I guess." She shrugged before continuing. "Picked this shebang 'cause I'm bloody good at it. Plus, favorite subject through the years. Might as well." While she added no comment to the point raised of that class' theme being a very bad idea in the given circumstances, the pasty teenager couldn't help but agree. Two Summers, two heatwaves, two hells, she didn't need an enhanced chance of a nosebleed or heatstroke. High temperatures didn't gel with her at all, even if she was fond of seeing things burned to smithereens.
  6. "Accommodation, huh. How far away's that?" Rachel asked as she got within arm's reach. She took the ball that was offered to her, and on reflex she glanced at the wound caused due to her remarkably accurate batting skill - and winced a second time. That couldn't possibly feel good. Though given the situation, it was a wonder that she hadn't knocked him clean out. "With a toss like that, y'might have a concussion, mate. I'll take ya there." "That's the spirit." Said Lisa, completely ignoring the redhead's plight - she was of the school of thought that if you could stand, you should, regardless of the consequences. If you didn't, you were quite the pansy and not worth everyone's time. She couldn't help but admire the fortitude of the boy to stand after such a blow. Granted, it was no bludger (which she's had the pleasure to spend weeks in an infirmary wing over multiple times in her career), but it was still commendable. "But... Yeah. Something like that." The ball was tossed to Lisa, whom caught it on reflex without much difficulty. "Are you gonna pay me to carry this or something?" She asked with a fake air of annoyance. Not catching on to the joke, Rachel just rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Just shaddap 'n help me make up for this crap."
  7. Rachel slowed down to a halt as she approached. It seemed that the little sprint hadn't made much of a dent on her stamina - for a moment, she couldn't help but be relieved she was a runner to begin with, so running that distance in such a short amount of time didn't cripple her. Her brows furrowed at the sight of the lump. Everyone already needed copious amounts of ice just to stay cool under that sun, and now she just went and had him need it for other things. 'Great going, Rach. Great going.' "...Sorry 'bout that." She muttered. Running a palm through her hair as she closely inspected the damage. "Maybe run back into town 'n ask for somebody to lend ya some ice?" It would be the easiest thing to form but she had no idea if this teenager was a wizard as well. She didn't exactly want to get arrested for it. "Everything alright?" Asked a certain blonde out loud, a little ways away from them. By that point she had hoisted the bat up and over her shoulder. "Doesn't look as bad as it could've been." Still, the skill was undeniable. Like it or not, the ability to cause such casualties was a very valuable skill for the team, after all.
  8. Both girls' eyes were stuck to the projectile as it flew across the clearing, hurtling towards the unsuspecting teen. Rachel visibly winced on impact. "Shit." She cursed under her breath. Dropping the wooden bat where she stood, the Irish lass broke into a run towards the stranger. She hated hurting people - save for when in Quidditch matches, of course- and the guilt was overwhelming. She had to make it better somehow. In the meantime, Lisa's reaction was the opposite: she didn't feel the least bit sorry for this person. Rather, she felt very impressed by Rachel's aim and hitting strength, and couldn't wait to see her in the Sturt team tryouts in a month. She had mentioned she intended to, after all. As far as Lisa was concerned, they had a nice first string Beater right there. Moving to take the discarded bat, the blonde moved towards the pair at a leisure pace, lightly twirling the wooden weapon as she went. "Hey! Are you okay?" The redhead asked as soon as she was within earshot, concern struggling to show through her usual grumpy expression. Brows furrowed as she slowed down. She was seventeen, she could just heal the damage away without risking being caught by the Trace; but what if this person was a Muggle? She had never met him before, and being all too new to Narragyambie, it certainly put a damper on her general spatial awareness for such things. Hopefully he hadn't gotten a concussion...
  9. This is the second heatwave I'm surviving in half a year. I deserve a bloody medal.

    1. Lisa Knotley

      Lisa Knotley

      Yet you're still as pale as a ghost somehow.

    2. Rachel Ryan

      Rachel Ryan

      Maybe that's what happened. I died the first round and turned into a ghost. That's how I'm surviving this crap.

  10. Rachel isn't sure why, but she found herself following Lisa around shortly after arriving at Tallygarunga. Turns out the girl's no-nonsense approach to things makes Rachel get more serious about her performance in Quidditch as well. Though, from the contrast in her behavior, it's common to see Rachel as Lisa's minion more than anything else.
  11. The weather was finally cooling off (even if temporarily) in Narragyambie, and a certain Sturt duo took the opportunity to venture outside. Rachel Ryan, in particular, was quite happy about this turn of events - not even all the sunscreen in the world could protect her from the wrath of the sizzling sun, and that had been the second Summer she had to endure in one year. Why did Australia's weather have to be backwards? Blasted science. Wooden bat and baseball in hand, she had taken her new acquaintance to the lake area of town, wanting a reprieve from the school's atmosphere. They were on break, right? What sense did it make to stay on campus? The blonde that followed her agreed mostly out of boredom, and they wound up playing a few rounds of batting near a spot they'd most certainly have to make use of during the hotter days. "Baseball player, huh?" Lisa, Rachel's acquaintance, spoke as the ball she had thrown previously at the redhead was launched back at her. She caught it without much difficulty and tightened her grip around it as she prepared herself to throw again. "More like drunk pinata hitter if you're lucky. Is that all you got?" She didn't even mean the little jab - she was just tired of Rachel missing everything she'd thrown up until then. It couldn't possibly be Lisa's fault - she was the star Chaser of her Quidditch team, and that came with excellent aim. Maybe Rachel was just rusty? She only wanted to get the girl to do better. And boy, did it work. "Shut up!" Spouted the redhead in anger. The response she got was the baseball launched her way, and for the first time that afternoon she hit it. Hard. It had been much harder than they even agreed to, so they wouldn't lose the ball to the water; Lisa's head jerked in the direction of the ball as it flew through the air past her and into the distance. "Damn, I take it back." She found herself saying, legitimately impressed at how far the projectile made it with the swing. Rachel, however, panicked. "BALL!" She yelled out in that direction as she noticed the ball was hurtling towards someone...
  12. Australia's weather is brutal. Somebody bring snow to the southern hemisphere, please. I'm burning up.

  13. Like moth to a flame, the accidents started immediately in the magic class and Rachel's gaze was trained on every single one of them. The first accident was quite spectacular, in fact. She watched two rocks collide to form a tree. "Damn." She was rather impressed, and nodded in approval. A happy accident in her point of view. She sort of wished she could replicate it. Some rocks didn't make it to the location, some rocks didn't form, some failed the target completely. Some weren't even rocks! Most mistakes were pedestrian in her eyes, until some girl managed to completely reverse the trajectory of her spell in mid air and hit herself in the forehead with it. Rachel immediately snorted, and covered her lips with a closed fist. "Hah, boom, headshot!" She commented to herself, hopefully not loudly enough for it to be heard at the head of the class - but, did she care, really?
Rachel Vanessa Ryan
Sturt Quidditch Team Beater Sixth Year
17 year old Pureblood Human She/Her
Age:  17
Date of Birth: November 26th, 2001
Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland
Year Level: Sixth Year
Occupation: Sturt Quidditch Team Beater
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Player:  Kirupachi
Pronouns: She/Her
Patronus: Hedgehog
Wand: Gnarled Yew, 9 1/2'', Hippogriff Tail Hair Core
Play-by: Hayley Williams
  • 1st to 3rd Year - Hogwarts, Gryffindor House
  • 4th to 5th Year - Ilvermorny, Pukwudgie House
  • Current - Tallygarunga, Sturt House
  • Really wants to connect with someone in some way, and craves people's attention;
  • Kinda sorta really likes sappy romantic fiction;
  • Victim of unintentional neglect through her childhood due to her parents being overworked to their eyeballs at all times;
  • Actually a very good person with solid moral standards, but very embarrassed about doing 'good for the sake of good', having the urge to rebel;
  • Is deeply unsettled by the thought of harming any living being, even if it's just a bug or an actual enemy out to kill her;
  • Selfless to ridiculous extremes, with a big tendency for self sacrifice;
  • Doesn't think she's worth anything nor anyone's time, causing her to push everyone around her away with her behavior.
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  • Has the tendency to swear every other phrase;
  • Thinks the sorting system is both drunk and sadistic for placing her in the Sturt house;
  • Sarcasm galore;
  • A bit too influenced by Internet meme culture;
  • Does not play well with others, nor with authority (unless it's a sport);
  • Smiling isn't a thing - the most you get out of her is a smirk when she happens to make fun of you. Otherwise, she looks perpetually annoyed/pissed off;
  • Extremely talented vocalist (soprano range) and pianist, looking to pursue a career in either or both;
  • Excellent memory, to the point she breezes through school without bothering to study, retaining what she needs in class directly;
  • A source of frustration would be that she shows potential to be so much greater than what she bothers to apply herself to;
  • Versatile Quidditch player, mainly playing as a Beater but doubling as a competent Seeker when needed;
  • Huge fan of baseball, rooting for the Toronto Blue Jays and the New York Yankees, and used to play it herself during her Muggle culture-focused year;
  • Absolute natural in water-based elemental magic, and seems to be jumping a few hoops over what's expected of her as she seems at least capable of incorporating electricity into her magic;
  • Left handed (primarily);
  • Likes to tinker... with anything, really.

A very rude, sarcastic and headstrong girl, it's not uncommon for her to rub most people she meets the wrong way. She speaks her mind with hostility dripping from every word, and even people that she may be close to have a problem dodging this. Those who don't understand her usually rule her out as an angsty teenager, and those who do start believing she's a force of nature with a lot of heart.

Most of the time she just acts like she wants to be left alone - her upbringing inadequacy makes her question her worth, meaning she doesn't believe others should bother with her, thus causing her hostility to surface. If someone bothers to spend time with her anyway, it's hard to shed that massive mental barrier but her amicable manners start to peer through her words and actions. If they end up in the other end of the spectrum, however, she takes great pleasure in making fun of them and going out of her way to mess with them, akin to a bully.

She doesn't let conventional fears get in the way of whatever it is she must do, since 'you gotta do what you gotta do'. The quicker you start, the quicker you finish. Never leave anyone behind, and get to the finish line even if you have to cut a limb off. Albeit reckless and impulsive, her bravery and seldom displayed empathy has won brownie points with authority figures of previous schools, and she has always left them in good standing.

Rachel values other people's lives and feelings over her own as she considers herself unimportant. This makes it so she has a very big tendency for self sacrifice over others, often behind the scenes, not hesitating in being an absolute warrior for that cause. Even if she doesn't like the person too much, she will go out of her way if she sees they absolutely need it. She rationalizes this via excuses, saying she's doing it for someone else she does care about for example.

Ultimately, her self worth issues also cause her not to care much about her studies to the point she never picks up a book outside of class. Throughout her academic career her teachers always found this very unfortunate, as she certainly presents all the signs for a witch with extreme potential - she dominates the subjects she's in, and shows the occasional unintended flair of brilliance, mostly out of mischievousness and accidental discovery.


Rachel is a bit on the shorter side, standing at around 160 cm. Her petite figure belies her fitness and upper body strength - she's a competent runner and beater, and very light on her feet. This often leads to people underestimating her abilities in athletic fields.

Her ginger hair is actually curly, although she magically straightens it on a daily basis since she doesn't like it. Her hazel eyes need the aid of reading glasses but she's rarely spotted with those on at all, since they hurt her very sensitive skin and leave the sides of her nose raw.

Her wardrobe is extravagant on occasion, though this isn't exactly a fashion statement - rather, it's to annoy people around her for no reason at all, and unconscious means to getting the attention she craves.


Rachel Vanessa Ryan was born to two pureblood wizards in Dublin, Ireland. Her childhood was rather chaotic - she was constantly moving around the United Kingdom due to her parents' work demands, and never stayed in one school for too long. As a result she never formed any friendships to speak of, and her only actual 'friend' was the piano that was taken with them in every move. She also took a liking to running by herself as means of expending extra energy, as their neighborhoods were mostly safe and/or magically protected.

The longest time she's been at a school was when she was in Hogwarts - for three full years, she was in the Gryffindor house. She was somewhat alienated from her peers despite the sense of camaraderie and her successes in Quidditch, becoming an alternate player for them in the first year, and quickly rising to a main roster position in the second.

Just as she felt like she could start fitting in, her parents were assigned to New York, in the United States. Rachel was transferred to Ilvermorny, and drafted to the Pukwudgie house. The process repeated itself - except she felt herself growing more withdrawn, and more verbally abusive. She didn't even stand a chance before her parents had to move again to Toronto, taking her along and forcing her to take a year off of schooling.

They were in a Muggle community that time, and so she had to adapt. Being used to being a Beater in Quidditch, she had an easy time taking up baseball and found out she actually enjoyed it. The introduction of Muggle (and, unfortunately, Internet) culture made her temporarily mellow out and form a few bonds, for as fleeting as they were, which made that year and a half go by a bit too fast for her liking. And as her life usually dictated, any feelings of settling in at last were soon followed by being uprooted. It happened then as well, and she was moved to Australia.

By that point, Rachel was visibly angry over moving so many times - her parents opted to sign her up to Tallygarunga and leave her there regardless of where they may end up, something she honestly doubts will happen. Due to different in school times she applied just before the school year was about to end, and was accepted in to the fifth year she had already completed for the sole purpose of an examination of talents and knowledge to ensure she was prepared to take on the sixth year. With abundant free time, all there's left for her to do is to aimlessly roam the campus, as well as Narrie, and endlessly torment the people she comes across.